Parent Anxiety: Going To The Baby Clinic
Nobody tells you before you have your little bundle of joy that once they are here you have to make frequent trips to the baby clinic to have your baby weighed. I was very fortunate that as we had two babies to contend with, the midwife would come and visit me at home for the first couple of weeks. However, once the twins were a little older and they could see we were managing well, it was time to make the trips down to the clinic.
This should have been straight forward. Turn up at the Children’s Centre, put babies on the scales, get their weights recorded and off we go on our merry way.
How wrong I was.
You may have gathered from my other posts that I like to be fairly organised. Ok…really organised. Like, OCD organised. I can’t help it. It’s the way I have to function else I feel completely out of control and will probably cry. So you can imagine my thought process as the baby clinic day was fast approaching. What time do I give the babies their feed before we leave? Is the baby bag packed and ready to go? Do I have enough bottles and milk? Are the nappies and wet wipes in the bag? How long will it take me to get to the clinic? Will I have enough time to get back home to feed the babies or will I need to feed them there? Shall I shower the night before so that I don’t have to worry about drying my hair before we leave? What if one baby cries whilst I’m out and I can’t sooth them? YES all of this went on in my tiny little head. Stupid anxiety.
Just reading that ridiculous list of unnecessary worries makes me feel exhausted. But as a new mum, with brand new babies, these situations can be very stressful for us. Anyone else agree? Or is it just me who is completely bonkers? Probably the latter…
Planning For The Trip
So, knowing the time that I needed to leave the house, I worked backwards to schedule when I needed to do everything else: pack the bag first thing, get myself ready for the day (I was lucky to have 7 minutes for this), give the babies their feed at 9.30am, change nappies, set up the pram, put the coats on the babies, strap them into the pram, put my coat on then time to leave.
However, I made the fatal error of not scheduling in some ‘danger time’. This would be for unplanned events, such as projectile vomit / a poo explosion / one baby refusing to take their feed etc etc… ummm. So, of course, the babies tried to test me and hit me with these impromptu events (did they not get the memo that we were on a tight schedule?!) But, I kept my cool, cleared up the vomit, washed away the horrendous poo fest, eventually got my fussy baby to take her feed (bet you can guess which baby that was?), put them in the pram and we were finally out of the door, ready to walk to the clinic.
Now, you would think that was the stressful bit over. All I needed to do now was to get to the clinic, which was only a 15 minute walk away. I can do this. I can do this.
Arriving At The Clinic
I made it to the clinic and the first thing the lady said to me was: ‘You have to leave your pram outside.’ Ummm ok…but how would I manage carrying two babies, plus my rucksack, into the centre? But the lady kindly helped to carry one carrycot whilst I carried the other. Of course this was really kind of her to help, but I hated being a bother. And then everyone turned to look at us as we adventured into the room as it was like I had an entourage accompanying me *inset blushing emjoi here… But the worst thing I found being in this tiny room, although it was full of parents and little babies, it was weirdly quiet. All of the babies seemed to be sleeping. Apart from mine. I cannot tell you the amount of anxiety this brings to a new mum (well, me, anyway). Oh god. They’re going to start crying. Everyone’s going to look at me. And I won’t know what to do and I’ll just flap and look completely incapable and they’ll question if I’m cut out to be a twin mum…
The worries went on. I picked up Beatrice whilst trying to pacify Francis in his carrycot. I’ve got this. I can do this. I’ll only have to wait for a few minutes, we’ll be seen and then we can escape and run back home.
That was when I realised how long each baby’s weighing time was taking. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s wonderful that the lovely ladies spent quality time talking to each parent as they weighed their babies, but when you’ve got to be home in 50 minutes for the next feed, you want this to be quick. Come on ladies, could we not make this into a bit of a conveyor belt?? On, weigh, off, next baby, on, weigh, off, next baby…???? So now, not only was I trying to pacify two month old twins, I was also stressing about the time limit too. Breathe. Just breathe. Nobody wants a passed out mum to deal with too.
FINALLY (HURRRAH!!) it was our turn. Now to strip down each baby. Of course, as soon as the nappy came off I was greeted by the biggest wee I have ever had to deal with. I mean…it was like a tsunami. As I attempted to salvage what was left of the sleep suit, I fumbled around trying to get the new nappy on (why is it that I change 200 of these blimmin’ nappies a day with my eyes closed, but as soon as I’m in front of anyone I cannot work out which way is the front or back??) get the sleep suit back on and repeat with the next twin. Deja vu much?
After the second baby had finished, I then needed assistance to help me get back to the pram (this is the logistical problem with twins, you can’t leave one baby whilst you deal with the other). They kindly helped and I was finally on my way home. I had 7 minutes before the next feed so I sprinted as fast as I could before the babies started wailing uncontrollably.
So there you have it, a ridiculous account of a new twin mum taking her two month old twins to the clinic. Of course, all of these worries and anxieties are in my head. The staff were extremely lovely and welcoming and I don’t think they could have done any more to help me. I can tell, with practise and time, my confidence will grow and soon I’ll be able to do these things without really worrying at all.
Do You Get Anxious?
Do you get ridiculously worried about the jobs you have to do as a new mum? Have you had an experience similar to mine? I’d love to hear your experiences.